this town has no soul. and nobody yields to your love. nobody yields, period.

“Then he said, "Nice bed head," and I knew it was the real Spencer.”

“For some reason, he belonged more in Wisconsin. Because of me, because I was th…”

“Right. Of course. Well, then that makes sense, I guess." Open mouth, insert san…”

“Why was it that whenever I started to not detest him, he did something like thi…”